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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Hello room. My favourite room.
You are already here, waiting for me. You are sitting in a swivel chair at the desk, hands placed on the arm rests. I've told you not to touch yourself. You are reading a story about our last encounter. About cumming on my breasts and my throat. About licking me clean everywhere, but my whole body is vibrating in anticipation. I can see your erection through your pants and I smile. I'm looking forward to using it, using you.
I turn the chair to face me. I run my fingers through your little goatie with my right hand, nails lightly raking over your skin. I pull you toward me and kiss you, softly at first. I let my tongue run lightly over the inside of your lip, then into your mouth to meet your pierced tongue. I take your little goatie in my hand and tug you towards me, kissing you more intensely. I let my other hand rest on your bulge. I let you press into my hand for a moment, then pull away from you and slap you hard before kissing you harder.
I walk behind you and take off your jacket, kissing your neck. I press my hands into your forearms to keep you still as I kiss and lick your ears and throat. I can feel you quivering with each little lick and bite as I move my hands to wrap them around your throat, squeezing as I continue my kisses. I take your hair out of its tie, pulling it a little as a do so. Just a little, just enough to frustrate.
I unbutton your shirt slowly, touching your chest and pinching your nipples hard as I go. I slide my fingers into the waistband of your jeans, almost but not quite touching you where you want me to. You don't get that yet. You don't get me yet. Sometimes I'm not sure you should get me at all. I undo your belt and slowly remove it from its loops. I place it carefully on the desk. I plan to use it later.
You lift yourself slightly in the chair so I can pull your jeans and underwear off, slowly letting my fingertips graze your cock and scratch your inner thighs as I do. Kneeling in front of you I lick your nipples, biting and sucking them hard. I can feel your cock rise up against my top as I do. I bring my mouth down to your hand, still resting on the chair arms. I slowly lick your fingertips before lifting one of your hands to my mouth. I lean forward as I do so that my breasts brush against your cock through my top and you can feel the hardness of my nipples. I take your thumb in my mouth, moving my tongue around it slowly, alternating between nips and tongue play. I move from one finger to the next, taking them in my mouth deeper, sucking hard, biting, letting my tongue swirl around your fingertips. I can't help but get wet as I do this and hear your response, you begging me to keep going, thanking me.
I order you to stand. Wrapping your hair around my hand I pull you over to the bed and pull you to your knees in front of it, your face into my skirt. I hold you there tightly, making it hard for you to breathe. I push you away slightly. You're inches from me as I unbutton my shirt, slowly revealing my breasts. I unzip my skirt and bend forward at the waist slightly to slide it over my hips, my nipples almost but not quite close enough for you to lick. I step out of my skirt, now just in my heels, thigh high nylons and lacy frenchies. I pull you by the hair into my cunt, making you tongue me through the fabric. You take hold of my arse and press me closer to your mouth, trying to move the thin fabric with your tongue. I feel your pierced tongue slide into my wetness and catch my breath. I kneel too, and you pull my hair hard to the side and kiss and lick my neck. I start to breath hard and ragged, my hips pushing towards you. I moan as you pinch my nipple with your free hand, then move your mouth down to bite and suck them. It hurts and I like it. You hold me there in pleasure until I want to beg you to fuck me; I order you to stop. There is so much more I want first.
I stand and leave you on your knees. I turn my back to you and lower my frenchies, hooking my thumbs over the lace and leaning forward as I pull them over my hips and to the ground in one slow movement. I move my legs apart. You beg and I say yes, inviting you to lick my arse and cunt as I place my hands on the bed and push back onto your pierced tongue. I feel your fingers slide into me, stroking my g spot while you continue to tongue me. It's too much to take. I climax, my body shaking.
I stand and walk over to the desk to retrieve your belt. I sit on the chaise and order you lie across my lap, your cock pressing against my pussy, pre-cum dripping onto me making me even wetter. I loop your belt around your neck, knowing each time you try to pull away it will get tighter. I hold the end of the belt and your hair in the same hand. I lightly run my fingertips over your arse, and when I spank you, you jump, causing you to choke and have your hair pulled at the same time. I spank you again and again, loving the feeling of your cock slide against my clit over and over.
I order you to your hands and knees, and use the belt to walk you over to the bed. You climb up onto it. I remove the belt and take a pair of handcuffs from my bag. You are face up, and I attach them to your wrists using the bed frame as an anchor. The chain is long enough so I will be able to turn you over later. I pull you by your beard towards me for deep kiss. From the bedside table I take a bottle of massage oil, and slowly drip it over your body, its coldness startling you.
I massage you, starting with your hands, working my way up your arms. I straddle you, your cock sliding against my pussy as I continue working my hands over your neck, shoulders, chest. I pinch your nipples, then take them one at a time in my mouth, sucking and biting hard. My breasts are also now covered in oil, and I slide them against you. I work the muscles in your thigh, avoiding your hard cock. I work out the kinks in your legs before placing my hands on your hips and lowering my mouth to your hardness, using my tongue and sucking it the way I did your fingers. You rise up against my mouth, but each time you do I pull away a little, frustrating you. I take my mouth from you, giving you a final flick of my tongue before making you turn over. I massage your back, pressing hard into the muscles. I work down the backs of your legs, the bottoms of your feet and then come back up to your arse. I drip more oil onto your arse and crack, massaging the muscles deeply and deliberately, pressing my thumbs closer and closer to your arsehole, teasing you. I start to kiss your arse, nipping you with my teeth, then run my tongue along your crack. I spread your legs and part your cheeks with my hands and start to flick my tongue against your arsehole while you grind your hard cock into the mattress. You try to push back against me as I dart my tongue inside you. You moan and beg as I tongue-fuck you.
I drag my body against yours and lie with my breasts against your back, one of my legs hooked over one of yours to pin it in place and keep them apart. I bring one of my arms around your neck, your throat choked in the crook of my elbow, your hair pulled taut in my hand. I run my other hand down your back and ease my oiled finger into your arse, grinding against you as I do, choking you, pulling your hair to expose your neck so I can kiss it.
I release you and make you prop yourself up on your forearms and knees, cuffs tugging at your wrists. I tie your hair around your throat. I move so that I am under you between your thighs. I run my tongue over your cock, letting your bring it to my mouth. I need it. I touch myself. I don't think I've ever been so wet. As I pleasure myself I push my finger into your arse again as your fuck my mouth faster and faster, almost choking me with how deeply I'm taking you. I feel your body tense and know you're going to cum. I moan in anticipation, feeling myself going over the edge. I cry out as my climax rocks through my body and you come in my mouth. I gently release your cock, swirling my tongue around it as I swallow. I move and you collapse on the bed, shaking. I undo the cuffs, and hold you from behind, stroking your hair. You behaved so well, my boy. Maybe next time I'll let you fuck me.
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